"I'm telling you Sammy if we fill a tub with this, hook it up with some kind of plumbing system, we can easily take a shower in this." Dean told him. "Especially considering how much we spill."

Sam, for his part, was going to say something but stopped, actually debating it. "Dean blood will get everywhere, even in places we don't want it to." he said.

"Yeah but think about it." Dean said, coming out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. "You and me, in a bathtub curled together, you riding me, blood covering us completely."

He had to admit it, Dean was painting a pretty picture and there were parts of him that really liked that idea.

"And when we get UTI's from the blood coagulating where it shouldn't?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at him and putting the knife he had been sharpening down.

"Sammy we're part demons, we don't get sick from things like that." Dean said, waving his hand aimlessly. "We're already killing people, might as well take all their blood and not just for the soul."

"I don't know, I don't think it's a good idea." Sam said, turning back to his knife. "And besides, you have no idea how much blood we'd actually need."

"I'm sure we can figure it out, just need to make a plan for the actual bath and to keep it pumping, kill enough people to have a steady enough supply of blood, for at least an hour." Dean mused, laying down on the bed. "Sammy get over here."

Rolling his eyes Sam put down his tools and went to bed, slowly moving to lay down next to his brother and curl up against his side.

He didn't like this, yes he did like cuddling, but he didn't like it like this. Both of them felt it, felt the pressure from the Princes, felt the tension that they couldn't name building. They can't stop it, they can't do a single thing other than continuing because that's what the Princes wanted.

They were scared and neither of them were going to admit it. Voicing it made it too real, made it too much out of their control.

The Princes were not kind. The Princes were not favorable. The only one they could count on was Azazel because he was their grandfather and even him they couldn't count on.

There was an ulterior motive to this, there was something that the Princes were hiding. Something else that they wanted from them that they just didn't understand yet and that was the terrifying part, they were dependent on the Princes generosity that didn't exist, and when it came time to pay, they had no idea what the price was.

And it was killing them. The waiting, the not knowing, the whole thing.

It used to be just them, just the two of them working to a common goal, to get their mom back, and now...now it had become a whole giant mess.

So they did this, even more than they had before. They cuddled and they curled around one another and just held onto one another in desperation. It wasn't even about sex, it was just about the grounding sensation that was the other, knowing that the other was there.

Because that's all they needed. They just needed each other and their mom and that's it.

They could figure out everything else later, including the Princes. They could handle anything that they threw at them.

"We've got over a hundred souls now." Dean murmured. "And I'm sure we got the hunters attentions too."

Sam nodded, pressing closer to him. "You think it's time?" he asked softly. "Time to actually...do it?"

"I think so." Dean said, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam's head. "Or at least we'll do one more run, one last time to gather the souls, and then...we contact the Princes and let them know it's time."

Sam took a deep breath, looking up at Dean. He felt the pit in his stomach growing, the very thought that if it worked or worse if it didn't work, made him almost want to throw up.

It was a very human feeling and he hated it.

"If you think one more run and then doing it, then let's do it." Sam agreed. "I'm with you all the way Dean."

"Me too." Dean said, reaching down to cup Sams cheek. "So one more time, contact, use the spell to get the body, and then...we try to summon moms soul back from the Empty." Sam felt him swallow hard. "Or we die trying."

"If it comes to it we might even be able to take the Princes down with us." Sam pointed out. "So we won't die alone."

"Good point, good point." Dean nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "So basically...we might win either way."

Sam laughed softly, moving up the rest of the way so that he can brush his lips against Deans. "Alright, pick the place and we'll do the rest."

"I'm feeling nostalgic again little brother." Dean said, bringing Sam up for a proper kiss. "Let's end this where it started, and make up for a failed birthday. Let's go back to Lawrence and do everything there."

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